Becky squirmed with delight and reached for the hem of Christie’s tank top. She peeled it off and touched Christie’s breasts through the lacy bra. “This is so amazing. You’re so beautiful. I feel like any minute I’m gonna wake up. How did you know?” Christie cupped Becky’s breasts. “I wish I didn’t have to wear a bra. I wish mine would stand up like this.” She rubbed over Becky’s big, hardened nipples, and Becky moaned.
“I didn’t know, exactly, but I saw you reading ‘Lifting Belly’ so I thought you wouldn’t hit me if I asked.” She bent and kissed one breast, laving her tongue over the swell, sucking lightly at the peak. Becky reached behind her and undid the bra, letting Christie’s full, cream colored breasts free.
They were round, already swollen with passion, the pink nipples standing out asking for caresses. She held them, squeezed them, loving their weight in her palms. Becky brought Christie back up to meet another, passionate kiss and they stayed that way awhile, the shock of hot, bare skin against skin breathtaking.
Finally, Christie took her mouth away. “Let’s get the rest of our clothes off, okay?”
In answer Becky reached for the blonde’s jeans and undid the top button. “One for one?” She asked huskily.